Fluffing the dark red embroidered duvet cover, she slipped inside first and rested her head against the cushioned headboard. Charlotte kicked her legs under the covers before finally getting in a comfortable position.
She was going to say it again, but the bedroom wasn't to her taste at all when she stared up at the ceiling that had a cubic structure that was quite pretty if she could actually see it properly and not at the night.
Charlotte smoothed her hand down the heavy comforter and waited for Vincent to return. She would be lying to say that she wasn't anticipating what he would do, and she glanced at the nightstand that was adjacent to her to grab the remote for the television that was right across from the foot of the bed.
Flicking through the channels, she settled on a random crime movie and covered the yawn that followed. She mustered up the energy to continue opening up her eyes, but in reality, she ended up getting sucked into the show.
She didn't even realize that Vincent had flopped onto the bed beside her when he came out of the bathroom. Charlotte ran a hand through her hair and smiled to see the freshly showered version of the daunting man next to her.
"Sorry, I was zoning out," Charlotte said.
He shook out his wet hair, the strands curling up at the sides as they dried. Vincent was clothed in a plain white t-shirt and grey pajama pants, and Charlotte wanted to laugh at the scene since he looked so normal. Obviously, she knew that wasn't the case.
"What are you watching?" he asked.
She waved her hand. "It's on movie on crime. If we were half as competent as them, we would've had something."
"You know that's a dig to both of us right?"
Charlotte smirked. "I'm kidding. If anything, I'm dragging you behind."
"How many times have I told you that you are fine?"
She lifted a shoulder. "I'm sorry. It just plays out that way."
"It's fine, Charlotte," Vincent said, as he stretched his arms above his head. He leaned back against the headboard. "You're an asset as well as a liability."
Charlotte rolled her eyes. "As you have mentioned previously. I'll try my best to have come to a valuable asset then."
Vincent slid a glance over at her. "You don't have to try so hard."
"Hm, I'm grateful for your reassurance at least," she laughed.
Charlotte grabbed the remote and switched off the TV, blanketing them in silence. She broke the ice first and placed the remote back down on the nightstand and turned to him. "Do you need a light on when you sleep?"
Vincent smirked. "Do I look like I need one?"
Her eyes scanned his body, from his alluring smile down to his well-shaped and toned body. "Ah, no. But I like to ask."
"How considerate."
She lifted her gaze at his sarcastic tone. "Ha, thanks."
Charlotte leaned over and clicked off the lampshade that was absolutely atrocious but showed no change in her reaction as she found her position back in the bed.
She was lying facing Vincent's back, and as her eyes slowly got adjusted to the darkness, she could see his body only a few inches away from hers.
She reached out her hand forward, hesitating for a moment in the act before lightly grazing his back. He shifted, and Charlotte thought that he would ignore her, but he ended up turning back and face to face.
Charlotte was glad that he couldn't see her face in the darkness otherwise she would have buried her face in the pillows from embarrassment.
"When are we planning to get back out there tomorrow?" she whispered.
"We can wake up whenever," Vincent responded softly. "The plan is to go to a place that vigilantes have been confirmed to be and look for clues there as to how they hide and where they are now."
"How did you get that information?"
"I got a call from Stone earlier when I was out. It's best to rush the process since we are going to draw them all out sooner or later."
"That's true," Charlotte murmured. "Their way of life is hunting vampires, so they will eventually show up."
"The aim of the game is to wait, but preferably not that long. I'm sure we will be able to find valuable clues tomorrow."
Charlotte nodded in the blackest of the night despite him not being able to see her. She lifted her fingers and waved them in front of his face. He caught them and brought them back down to his chest.
"How many fingers was I holding up?" she asked.
"What is it now?"
"Come on, Vincent," she said in a cajoling manner.
"Three."
Charlotte hummed when he confirmed her hypothesis. "You can see in the night?"
There was a pause. "Yes. We, vampires, have a strong night vision."
"That's interesting. There are many abilities that vampires have that seem like common sense and abilities that you all don't have that have been the stereotypical version of a vampire."
"Like?"
Charlotte scooted a bit closer. "Like how you all don't shrivel up in the sun."
Vincent laughed.